>>5618725You nearly smile, but you remember the effect this has on mammals when you are wearing your true visage, and so you merely bow your head respectfully.
“I am… A Dragonborn. The Copper Dragonborn, I wass called, growing up.”
Ekaterine regards you with fresh eyes—you allow it, flexing slightly, shifting to a properly heroic stance as you might do before a crowd of your supplicants and slaves to make clear your majesty. You lament the lack of wings to spread, but then, the human female hardly seems to miss their absence. She is, you sense, impressed.
“You do look, um… Dragony. Well, from what I’ve read and, ah, depictions and drawings. But aren’t dragons all…”
She pauses, seeming to realize the question is rude. You finish the inquiry for her:
“Dead?”
She nods, almost imperceptibly.
“Yesss,” you admit. “Your racesss… The mammalian racesss sslew them all. Our great kingssss and queensss… Our lordsss and leadersss. Our connection to the Godsss…”
“In the War of Knights and Dragons,” Ekaterine nods, then seems to take stock of you a third time, and takes a wary step back. “The dragons were horrible creatures, who slaughtered indiscriminately and ruled their vassals like tyrants… Demanding tribute, making humans, elves, dwarves, and others into… into slaves, into livestock!”
“Sso go the ssstoriess,” you point out, “of the victorsss… But you well know how these sssortss of talesss can be sspun, when one ssside fearsss and failsss to underssstand and resspect the other, yesss?”
The Princess looks thoughtful at that, then nods slightly, albeit with obvious uncertainty upon her face.
“Well then,” she says. “Tell me your version? I… Rather think myself a student of history. It should be interesting to hear how a DRAGON tells that tale…”
